Nexifem Inc. - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

When a man has nothing to give a woman, is dependent wholly on his personal attraction, his courtship is under limitations.

-“Herland”, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

One wrong step was all it took to send Chad sprawling across the floor, paper documents scattering in all directions. The cuffs of his corporate-supplied pants were too long now. He rolled them up each morning to compensate, but they had unraveled during the long work-day. While carrying a warm stack of photocopies to Ms. Belmont, Chad had tripped on his own trousers and fallen in the corridor between two cubical walls in the legal department. Chad sighed at the setback. Who even used paper anymore? Sometimes it felt like Ms. Belmont was giving him tasks just to amuse herself.

The documents appeared to be some sort of patent application draft attached to a bunch of boring financial tables. Chad hadn’t looked too closely at them. But now, on his hands and knees, he found himself staring at the patent diagram of some sort of tattooing gun. It took careful scrutiny to even get an idea of what was being depicted, since the title simply carried a serial number and the term “Nexifem Patent Application”. It certainly didn’t inspire interest, but Chad realized that the legal and accounting departments of Nexifem probably couldn’t care less about marketing at this phase of a product’s development.

A woman with chocolate brown skin emerged from her cubical, and looked down at Chad. “Do you, um…need some help?” She asked.

“Kira! Oh my gawd,” another woman’s voice whispered. “Stacy told us to leave him alone.” Chad heard a giggle from behind a nearby cubical.

“I know!” Chad felt the floor vibrate under his hands and knees as the woman stepped back into her cubical. “I was just being nice. He’s so tiny.”

More giggles.

Chad blushed as he gathered the papers and stood back up. He actually could have used some help, but he wasn’t about to accept it in his current predicament. He was trying to cling to his remaining sense of independence and dignity.

“N…no thanks,” Chad said. He wasn’t sure the women had even heard his reply.

The two-inch thick stack of paper was heavy and difficult to hold. Each sheet’s length was about a third of his height. Chad was just over 3’2” now. He knew this because Kelly had taken to measuring him each morning before breakfast. It was a ritual she seemed to deeply enjoy. She measured him in the privacy of her bedroom, often clad only in her thong and bra. Kelly gently pushed him up against a large ruler graphic she’d pinned to the wall and read out the number. Chad would patiently stand for Kelly, staring into her upper thighs and crotch as she read out his height. At any sign of change, Kelly would coo in delight. Once, a wet spot even appeared in her panties, which Chad had been quite happy to kiss.

Chad tried to hate this daily humiliation, but a deep part of him also loved the attention. He wanted to please Kelly and when she showed a desire for him, he longed to appeal to her wishes. At the same time, his shrinking had changed their relationship permanently. Chad was her boyfriend, at least in his mind. But Kelly had become more assertive once he’d moved into her house. She had set rules, requiring him to do her laundry and clean up to her standards. “You will not be the slob my ex was. Not on my watch,” Kelly had explained. “You will be a good little boyfriend.”

Most of Chad’s furniture and kitchenware had been inferior to Kelly’s, so he’d sold it or given it away. In the end, he was able to fit everything into a small car: clothes, a laptop/tablet, a few old print books, some sentimental items, and some other odds and ends. Much of it remained in a storage container in Kelly’s garage. He lived in her house, where he was surrounded by her things. Chad had agreed to help with expenses, a budget which actually consumed almost the entirety of his reduced paycheque. Kelly had laughed playfully when he’d told her that. “Maybe I’ll give you an allowance if you do some extra chores for me,” she said.

Chad thought she was joking, but it was no joke. Most mornings, Kelly dropped Chad off at the Nexifem building. She had been meeting with representatives of the other Affirmative Guardianship Status claimants on Chad’s file, but had said little about those meetings. Chad’s status in the world had truly been reduced. Around a year ago, Chad had felt humiliated with the lowly jobs Nexifem had given him, not to mention the entitled manner of his co-workers. Little could he have suspected how much his life would change as an employee at Nexifem.

Chad stood before a large set of double-doors for a conference room used by the legal and accounting departments in the upper floors of the Nexifem building. Ms. Belmont had been meeting with other managers in the room all morning and Chad had come and gone on various small tasks she’d assigned him. She’d gotten increasingly impatient as the day wore on. Chad held the stack of photocopies against his chest with his arms. Working directly under Ms. Belmont as an office boy every day was wearing him out and eroding his morale. She had him running about getting her coffees, bringing items to various staff members, buying office supplies, running errands to other floors, massaging her feet while she worked, watering her plants, and whatever other random task she needed done. Chad was rarely thanked for her efforts. Even Ms. Everhart seemed to appreciate Chad’s efforts for the company than Ms. Belmont. Chad’s boss seemed to relish the power she had over him. Worse, she continued to swallow down Voluptupram supplements with her lunches, commenting on it as Chad watched her eat, waiting for his next task. Ms Belmont often kept him late after official work hours were up so he could finish a mundane task, like sorting files or ordering take-out for her.

Chad shifted the papers and held them against his chest with one arm, reaching up on his tip-toes with his free hand to turn the smooth knob of the conference room door. He struggled as he felt several of the papers starting to slip downward. Chad grunted in frustration.

“Need help, Chadwick?”

Chad turned and found himself eye-level with the waist of a curvaceous woman. He tilted his head back, looking up at a beautiful face framed in wavy brown hair. “H…hi Tiffany,” Chad said.

Tiffany’s manicured fingers covered her lips in surprise. Her nails were painted a cheerful pink and perfectly matched the light blush make-up on her cheeks. Tiffany’s eyes widened as she looked down at Chad over her ample chest. Chad had once taken comfort in being nearly the same height as Tiffany. Having her around had made him feel almost normal. As he’d been shrunk smaller and smaller, Tiffany had begun to loom larger in comparison to him, reminding him that he was even smaller than petite women. Chad hadn’t seen Tiffany since his most recent bout in the Adtenuo Tanks, much less after what had happened afterward. The last time he’d worked alongside Tiffany, he’d been at least up to her shoulder or so. Now, he was barely taller than her bellybutton. It didn’t even look like Tiffany had taken much Voluptupram, if any.

“Oh gosh, look how little you are now!” Tiffany exclaimed. “Vicki told me she’d seen you, but I thought she was exaggerating. I mean, I saw the social media posts from your girlfriend, but it’s different in person. You can do a lot with filters these days and I never know what is real.”

Chad blinked as Tiffany talked fast, her voice excited and almost giddy. “Yeah, Nexifem wanted me to try some new products out… I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Chad answered, trying to keep up with Tiffany’s chatter.

She nodded and patted Chad on the head gently. “I understand,” Tiffany said. “I work in HR now you know. I got a really big raise. I saw your employee contract the other day. You’ve been a good worker-bee for Nexifem! That’s a special and very unique contract. I am surprised you signed it.” Tiffany’s eyes met Chad’s before moving over his small body. She smiled down at him.

Chad blushed and swallowed back emotions and a swell of sudden regrets. “Ms…Ms. Belmont doesn’t think I am a good worker,” Chad said. “I wish I worked for you, Tiffany. You were always nice to me.”

“Aww…” Tiffany cooed softly. She switched from patting Chad on the head to gently stroking his hair. “Ms. Belmont is actually the one who promoted me. You just do as you’re told, okay?”

Chad nodded. Tiffany didn’t understand. She didn’t understand what it meant to be a male employee at Nexifem. Or maybe she did, but she agreed with it. Chad felt trapped.

“I’m just on my way to see Vicki for a chat,” Tiffany said. “Here you go, adorable little vulni-guy.” Tiffany turned the knob on the heavy conference room door and then walked away. Chad stared after her, watching her hourglass hips sway with each stride. Tiffany was more confident than he remembered. He longed to run after her and follow her around all day. The feeling made him think of Kelly, and he wished he was back in the safety of her house, his new home.

“Chadwick?” Ms. Belmont’s voice came from inside. “Get in here. You’re late with those papers.”

Chad turned and stepped into an expansive conference room. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the opposite wall, showing a mix of puffy white clouds and sunshine. On either side of the doors hung projector screens, which were covered with digital images of financial data and charts. Chad stepped up to the long dark wooden table in the middle of the room and lifted the stack of papers he was carrying with some effort. “I’m sorry Ms. Belmont,” Chad said. “I tripped and fell down.”

Ms. Belmont scoffed. “Seriously? How incompetent are you anyway?”

“I’m sorry,” Chad said. “I need better fitting pants.”

“Well then buy some,” Ms. Belmont retorted. “Didn’t you get those ones for free from Nexifem anyway?”

“It’s hard. I don’t make very much anymore and most of the pants in my size are too boyish looking,” Chad explained.

“Oh, here we go again,” Ms. Belmont sighed and rolled her eyes behind her glasses. “Complaining about your wage. Besides, who cares if your pants look boyish. That seems kind of appropriate if you ask me.”

“I didn’t mean to complain,” Chad said.

“Come around here, office boy.”

Chad walked around the long table to Ms. Belmont’s chair, a nervous energy in his throat. It had been several days since she’d had the time to toy with him like this. She was actually a very busy woman. Chad sometimes marvelled at how much Ms. Belmont did in a given day and at how driven she was in her views. There seemed to be a common workaholic frame of mind with Nexifem executives that trickled down from the upper management and CEO.

Ms. Belmont swivelled in her office chair and looked down at Chad standing before her with a slight smirk on her lips. She had gotten bigger, Chad was certain. She wasn’t wearing her highest heels, but she still seemed thicker and her legs seemed longer than they had the previous week.

“Your girlfriend has reached out to me and to Nexifem about your Affirmative Guardianship Status. Did you know that?”

Chad nodded, lowering his eyes to Ms. Belmont’s nylon-covered knees. They were around the same level as his chest. Her strong thick calves were barely contained by the sheer gauzy material and Chad shivered as he realized each calf was easily much thicker than any of his limbs. “She wants to formalize our relationship,” he explained. “So that she can protect me.”

Ms. Belmont was silent. Chad lifted his eyes to see his boss smiling darkly down at him. “But I’ve applied to be your guardian too. I want to ‘formalize our relationship’,” Ms. Belmont said, mimicking Chad’s voice.

Chad’s eyes widened. “Wh…why?”

“Because I’ve always dreamed of owning a man. Think of it,” Ms. Belmont said. “You would basically be my property, attached to me legally with nearly all your rights removed, left up to my discretion.”

Chad swallowed in fear at the sound of excitement in Ms. Belmont’s voice. “But my girlfriend has already filed to be my guardian. We’re together. I’m dating her, not you,” Chad explained.

Ms. Belmont laughed. “You still think you’re dating her, after she has filed to be your guardian? Wake up little office boy,” she said. “I’m glad your girlfriend got you to sign the AGS documents. I suspected you might be that dumb, that’s why I put in a preemptive claim. I wasn’t even the only woman who did. I mean, you did sign the original contract to work here after all and now look at you!”

Chad blushed as Ms. Belmont laughed again. Her knees parted, revealing her inner thighs in the shadow under her taut skirt.

“Kelly and I have a connection,” Chad tried to explain. “It’s not like that. You don’t understand.”

“Don’t tell me what I understand,” Ms. Belmont snapped. Her eyes narrowed. “It’s you who doesn’t understand. You’re still under legal contractual obligation to the Nexifem Corporation. Signing the AGS papers lowered your legal rights even further. Your girlfriend is the one thing standing between you a very different path.”

Ms. Belmont reached out, grabbing Chad with one hand on his bicep and the other on his slim waist. Her fingers were able to encompass his entire oblique muscle and her thumbnail dug into Chad’s belly button through his dress shirt. Chad squirmed as his boss’ nails pressed painfully into his shirt and the soft skin beneath.

“Okay, you can come in now Christine,” Ms. Belmont said loudly.

The door opened and Ms. Everhart stepped in. She was wearing her labcoat loosely over a business skirt suit. Chad struggled in Ms. Belmont’s grip, but he was too weak and small. She pulled him closer between her parted knees, stretching the fabric of her skirt slightly.

Ms. Everhart smiled at the sight before her. She was holding a long slim vial in one hand, filled with a bright purple liquid. “Hello Chadwick!” Ms. Everhart said. "We heard from your girlfriend that you threw out all the expensive nutritional gel-packs that Nexifem gave to you for free after your last treatment.”

Ms. Belmont shook her head. “Tsk, tsk. Such an ungrateful young man,” she said.

“They made me shrink! You never told me that they would do that,” Chad explained. “Ms. Belmont, please let me go.”

“Exactly,” Ms. Everhart nodded. “We had hoped you’d catch on a little later, but you slowed down our progress by throwing them out like that. So now I have to be a little more direct. It’s less desirable, but it should still demonstrate the viability of the serum compound.”

Chad pried at Ms. Belmont’s fingers with his small hand. They were going to shrink him, right here on the accounting floor. “N…no!”

“Come on, don’t you want to make your so-called girlfriend happy?” Ms. Belmont asked. “She told me she loves you at this size!”

Ms. Everhart stepped around the long table. “Of course she does,” she said. “It’s much better than before.”

Ms. Everhart moved behind Chad, reached down, and grabbed his jaw. She cupped it between her thumb and fingers and squeezed until his mouth opened in a fish-lipped expression. “Now, open wide Chadwick,” she said in a sing-song voice.

Chad squirmed and tried to close his mouth as Ms. Everhart pushed the vial up against his lips.

“Swallow it,” Ms. Belmont hissed.

The purple vicious goo in the vial slid down and into Chad’s mouth. It tasted like sweet berries mixed with some bitter medicinal flavour. Chad wanted to spit it all out, but Ms. Everhart shifted her grip and forced his mouth shut as soon as the vial was empty.

“Swallow, or we’ll make you regret it,” Ms. Everhart echoed.

Chad closed his eyes in frustration, trying to breathe through his nose. Ms. Everhart set the vial on Ms. Belmont’s desk and pinched his nose. Chad’s face began to turn red and then he gulped the mouthful down. He felt the gel slide down his throat all in one mass, with a slippery sensation.

Ms. Everhart released Chad’s jaw and nose. “Good,” she said. “I don’t know why that was so difficult.”

“See what I told you Christine? He still has learning to do,” Ms. Belmont said. “This should help.”

Chad felt a tingling wave wash outward from his stomach, a pulse of sensation. Ms. Everhart took out a tablet and began tapping on it while pointing the camera at him. “Subject response to dose from batch 04J79. Observation for file,” Ms. Belmont said in a clinical voice.

“Wh…what are you doing?” Chad asked.

“Shrinking you, idiot,” Ms. Belmont said. “I thought you realized that. It’s for science. This is real progress if you ask me. Screw the software division.” Both women laughed at Ms. Belmont’s retort.

“No, please!” Chad said. His fears were confirmed. “Ms. Everhart, I don’t want to get smaller.”

Ms. Belmont moaned.

“Subject showing predictable fear and typical male resistance to size re-adjustment,” Ms. Everhart said.

Chad gripped Ms. Belmont’s wrist with his small hand and tugged, barely shifting her grip from his arm. She easily moved her fingers back in place, laughing. “Time to shrink, office boy!” Ms. Belmont said, staring at him closely.

Chad shivered as a rush of pins and needles washed over his body, a wave of nausea mixed with the sensation and then passed. He shook his head, even as he noticed Ms. Belmont’s knees beginning to rise higher in relation to his eye-level.

Chad moaned at the odd feeling in his body and shuddered. “Subject experiencing physical sensations which appear to be quite intense,” Ms. Everhart said. “Shrinking process has begun.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Ms. Belmont said. “I told you I would get you shrink smaller. Shrink!”

Chad let out a feral moan as his body contracted inward, shrivelling like a drying sponge. The world shifted around Chad as he incrementally got shorter and slimmer, swaying where he stood in his boss’ firm grip. Ms. Belmont’s knees rose slowly to the level of his head as he shrivelled in size between her nylon-clad calves. Each calf muscle was now at least as thick as Chad’s torso. His eye-line sunk lower and lower, revealing a direct line of sight up his Ms. Belmont’s skirt. Chad could see her nylon-encased white panty crotch in the shadows. Ms. Belmont adjusted her hand on his waist, her fingers now wrapping more than halfway around. She tightened her grip and lifted. Chad felt his feet suddenly leave the floor. He looked up to Ms. Belmont’s face in surprise. Her eyes were dancing and her lips were parted in rapt glee.

Chad kicked his his small feet in the air as Ms. Belmont raised Chad upward to her eye-level, holding him above her lap. She began to laugh a hysterical triumphant laugh as Chad let out pathetic mews of protest. Like some living doll in Ms. Belmont’s hands, he continued to struggle as he shrank, dwindling in her grip.

“Subject now struggling against female. Subject easily held aloft with a highly reduced weight and size,” Ms. Everhart said. “Appears to be about two feet in height. Dose may have been slightly over-strength. Will need to be adjusted before it can be brought to the consumer market.”

Ms. Belmont pulled Chad close to her face. Her head seemed huge compared to his own and her grinning mouth filled his view. She wasn’t just tall anymore. She was a giantess, a woman of enormous power. Her large eyes flicked over his body behind her expensive glasses. With one hand, Ms. Belmont yanked at the buttons of his loose shirt until it fell from his small frame. Then she pushed her index finger into his pants and ripped his fly open until she was able to tug his loose trousers down his body and off, tossing them aside into a nearby trash bin. Chad’s clothes were discarded amongst empty coffee cups, spent gum, and used napkins. Ms. Belmont bit down on her lower lip in pleasure. Using her thumb and forefinger, she pulled at the stretchy waistband of Chad’s briefs until they snapped apart and she was able to pull them off. Chad’s socks fell off onto Ms. Belmont’s lap as he kicked and squirmed.

Chad was now naked in the grip of his domineering misandrist boss. Her gaze roamed over his exposed small body. “There we are!” Ms. Belmont exclaimed. “Now you don’t have to worry about your loose pants anymore.”

“Subject seems to have stopped shrinking, but appears softer and generally more appropriately sized. The test appears to be successful,” Ms. Everhart said, continuing to aim her tablet’s camera at Chad.

“Very appropriate,” Ms. Belmont agreed. She pursed her red lipstick-coated lips and blew warm minty air at Chad’s crotch. He felt his member twitch to life, stiffening in seconds. “And his dick still seems to work too.”

“I need to take an official measurement of him before I go,” Ms. Everhart said.

“Oh, right,” Ms. Belmont replied. She opened her hand unceremoniously and Chad dropped onto his boss’ lap, bounced on the taught hem of her skirt and then tumbled down onto the floor between her ankles.

Ms. Belmont stood up. “Get up, shrimpy boy!” She ordered.

Chad stood up, glad to be back on his own two feet, but feeling weak and stunned. He gasped at his new perspective. Everything around him seemed enormous. He’d lost nearly a third of his height, and a proportionate amount of body-mass. The top of the enormous conference table was now well above his head, and it seemed more like a structure or building than a piece of furniture. Even the nearby elegant trash bin was as tall has his shoulder. Worst of all, Chad was standing completely in the shadow of his boss’ skirt, barely up to her knees, if that.

“Mmm…” Ms. Belmont moaned above him. “I’ve enjoyed having you work for me the past week or two, but I think we’re going to have to downgrade your employee status again.”

Ms. Everhart stepped to a nearby wall and pulled a fabric tape-measure from her pocket. She stepped down onto one end with the tip of her shoe and pulled it up taut. “I’m sure Nexifem can find new jobs for him, if needed,” Ms. Everhart said. “Step forward please Chadwick.”

Chad hesitantly stepped out into the space between the two women. He approached the yellow tape measure cautiously. The black two-foot mark was there, just near his forehead as he stood up against the wall and Chad looked at it in dismay, before turning his back to the tape-measure.

“Back against the wall. No tip-toeing,” Ms. Everhart said.

“No cheating, little doll-boy,” Ms. Belmont chimed in.

“There, that should be about right,” Ms. Everhart said, tapping on her tablet.

Ms. Everhart was laughing silently, one of her hands curled up in a fist as her body shook with amusement.

“How…how tall am I?” Chad said. His voice sounded cute and small, the same but different, reduced.

“You’re about a half-inch over two-foot!” Ms. Everhart said. “What a wonderful size for a vulni-boy.”

Chad stared up at the two giantess Nexifem executives in horror. Ms. Everhart was looking down on him over her chest with smug pride while Ms. Belmont was leering down at Chad, her eyes darting over his naked body as she tried to contain her laughter.

“Well, I have other things to attend to,” Ms. Everhart said. “Thank you for setting this up Stacy.”

“No problem,” Ms. Belmont said. She stepped past Chad as Ms. Everhart opened the door. Chad could feel the impact of both women’s steps vibrate through the floor in the soles of his sensitive bare feet. It was a stronger sensation now, more noticeable, reminding up of his own vulnerability. Ms. Belmont and Ms. Everhart were like literal giantesses to him, shaking the floor with their high heels.

“Goodbye Chad,” Ms. Everhart said. “I’m sure you have a lot of work left to do today. I know I do. I’ll see you soon. Be good!”

Before he could do anything, Ms. Everhart was gone. Ms. Belmont closed the door and turned around slowly. Chad stood in the middle of the floor peering up as his boss put her hands on her voluptuous hips. The cheerful sky behind him lit up the room with natural light. “I really don’t think she expected you to get that small,” Ms. Belmont said. “But’m very happy you did.”

Chad backed up a step, but it was pointless. There was no where to run.

Ms. Belmont stepped forward, closing the gap between them in just a few strides. She bent down and grabbed Chad. He didn’t even try to run. He stood passively as his boss gripped him at the waist and picked him up like a toy. Chad’s waist felt about as thick as a large cucumber or a couple bananas in Ms. Belmont’s grip. She stood back to her full height and held Chad level with her deep creamy cleavage. “This is so fucking amazing,” Ms. Belmont whispered.

Chad kicked slightly, his feet instinctively trying to find purchase on something. Ms. Belmont smiled wider. “Your ribs feel so fragile,” she said. “I could crush you so easily. You’re like a toy, and I love that you’re totally naked now. It suits you better.”

She held him higher and peered closely at his body. “I can see everything, like your tiny erection and your little butt,” Ms. Belmont said. A sudden sharp sting impacted Chad’s bottom as his boss flicked his butt cheeks lightly. Chad’s feet kicked the air as Ms. Belmont’s laughter spilled forth again.

“Please, put me down,” Chad pleaded.

“No,” Ms. Belmont said. She rolled her head back and moaned, squeezing Chad tighter in her grip. Chad felt the increasing pressure of his boss’ elegant fingers and squirmed as it got harder to breathe. His tiny hands pried at her fingers and sharp manicured nails. She was getting off on the sheer power she had over him.

Chad cried out in protest. “S…stop, you’re going to break my ribs!” He begged.

Ms. Belmont brought her intense gaze back to the small man in her grip. She relaxed her fingers gently. “I guess I don’t know my own strength,” she said, laughing. “At least compared to a man.”

She lifted Chad closer to her face, her blonde hair spilling forward around Chad slightly. “Just so you know, your job duties will change but remain the same in spirit,” Ms. Belmont said. "You will do the same things, but only what I think you can handle. You could probably still carry a small coffee and you’d be fine at taking messages or small items around the building.”

Ms. Belmont strode back to her chair and set Chad down on the seat. “But most importantly, you now better suit my sexual needs,” she said.

The seat of Ms. Belmont’s conference room chair was still warm under his feet, still holding some of the heat from her voluptuous ass. Chad backed up as his boss straddled the front of the chair and hiked up her skirt while standing over the seat. Chad saw that Ms. Belmont’s panties were soaked and a wet spot had run through her nylons as well.

“Its like my dreams just keep coming true.” Ms. Belmont said. “I came so hard when I picked you up, when you were shrinking. I could literally feel you getting smaller in my hands. It was so fucking hot. It took everything I had not to scream out, but now it’s time for us to continue what we started last time you shrunk in my office.”

Chad stared at Ms. Belmont’s panties as she rolled her nylons over her hips, shifting her weight from foot to foot to get them down. “Come closer, doll boy,” Ms. Belmont said.

Chad stepped forward over the bouncy faux leather seat. His boss’ wet panties clung to her her sex as she shifted her hips closer. He could feel the heat of her sex near his face.

“Touch my panties,” Ms. Belmont said.

Chad hesitated. It had been over a week or two since he’d given humiliating oral pleasure to Ms. Belmont. He’d hoped to avoid it again, to be protected by Kelly, but here he was. His life was bookended by powerful women. He was much smaller now, just as Ms. Belmont said would happen. She told him he should be smaller and she made it happen. It seemed impossible to stand in the way of her ambition. Chad reached out and ran his palm over Ms. Belmont’s panty crotch. Chad could feel the two lips beneath, each as fat as his palm where they formed a cleft in the fabric.

Ms. Belmont moaned. She reached down and peeled her panties down her hips, revealing her glistening sex. Her swollen mound has increased in size from Chad’s perspective, and his proximity to it revealed folds and details he’d never noticed. It was intimidating as he tried to look up over trimmed blonde pubic hairs to Ms. Belmont’s face. Chad stepped back, but Ms. Belmont’s hand was waiting for him this time. He backed right into her palm.

“Oh no you don’t,” Ms. Belmont said. She brought one leg up and put her high heel down on the seat next to Chad, causing the material to bend toward her shoe. She trapped Chad in a small triangle of space between her crotch, her thigh, and the chair-back as she stood over him. “I remember how frightened you were of my pussy last time,” Ms. Belmont moaned. “Now you’re even smaller and I haven’t stopped taking Voluptupram. Oh my gawd, look at how you compare to me now.”

Chad was looking away, not wanting to see. He stared down at his feet.

“Look!” Ms. Belmont ordered. Her voice was powerful and when she raised it, it hurt Chad’s sensitive ears. He lifted his gaze and stared at the swollen mound of Ms. Belmont’s vagina before him. His head was somewhere between the size of a tennis ball and an orange. Ms. Belmont’s sex now loomed in his vision, the length of her wet slit ran from slightly higher than his forehead down to his collar, curving away from him at the base. Her lips were swollen and puffy and the hood of her clitoris pushed outward.

Chad began to tremble at the sight. Ms. Belmont had grown to amazon stature to match her ambition, while he had dwindled down more and more with his diminishing status in a woman’s world. Chad looked down momentarily at his penis, considering the size comparison between it and a woman’s vagina now. Ms. Belmont’s nails raked lightly up Chad’s back and she flexed her vaginal muscles, causing her pussy lips to pulse outward slightly. “That’s right,” she moaned. “I can see you trembling now doll-boy. You can’t hide it from me.”

Chad whimpered softly. “This can’t be happening,” he said.

“Mmm…you can’t fight the new reality, the new way of things,” Ms. Belmont moaned. “You’ve been so very useful to Nexifem. Your cooperation helped to make me this powerful. And now you have to prepare yourself for the next part of your life.”

Ms. Belmont rocked her hips closer to Chad. He put his hands out to stop her, one hand on her soft inner thigh and the other on the side of her vulva. “Mmmmm….” Ms. Belmont’s voice filled Chad’s ears.

“Next part of my life? Please…Ms. Belmont, I have a girl—”

“Not that, you stupid little toy,” Ms. Belmont interrupted. Her fingertips tapped against Chad’s back, knocking him forward and causing him to jostle and bump against her sex. “You have to prepare to change your understanding of sex.”

Ms. Belmont reached down to her sex with one hand and spread her pussy lips apart. As the lips gently parted, Chad was confronted with a dark pulsing opening. Viscous juices slid down the opened slit. “I think you’ll be able to fit this time.”

Chad gasped in realization and began to push his heels into the seat of the chair, trying to back away from Ms. Belmont’s pussy. But he simply backed into Ms. Belmont’s hand and felt her fingers curl partly around his ribcage.

“Help!” Chad exclaimed. There was something intense and erotic about what Ms. Belmont suggested, but the idea of going inside her, inside the woman who longed to control him and so reduce all men filled Chad with fear and vulnerable emotions. Her hunger for power over him made the idea deeply unsettling even if it was erotic at the same time. Far from being a cute or simply sensual part of a lady’s body, Ms. Belmont’s vagina now loomed in his vision, held open by her slick glistening fingers, an opening larger than the neck hole of a t-shirt. It was like looking into his own undoing, his erasure, his reduction to being used like a toy, for one purpose.

“Mmm…yes,” Ms. Belmont sighed. She forced Chad forward, lifting her hips up over his head. Drops of pussy juice landed in Chad’s hair, running down into his eyes. “This is a whole new lifestyle, now possible because of the vulni-chic revolution. You’re going to be the first experiment.”

Ms. Belmont lowered her hips and her pussy mashed down onto Chad’s wet head. Her juices acted like a lubricant as her pussy lips spread open against the crown of his head. Chad heard his boss moan with a feral intensity as she shifted her hips slightly, and then pushed down again, almost causing his knees to buckle. With a wet slippery sound, Chad’s entire head slid partly into Ms. Belmont’s vagina. Her parted pussy-lips slid down over his eyes, obscuring his view of the world. Chad tried to cry out, but juices ran into his open mouth. He sputtered and swallowed them down. Ms. Belmont’s hand shifted on his body, adjusting him on the chair like a sex toy. Chad kicked, put it only pushed his head up into her deeper.

“Ohhh yes, that’s the spirit!” Ms. Belmont cried out. She pushed her hips down firmly and Chad felt Ms. Belmont’s folds slide down over his ears and nose. The world was disappearing as he struggled. His tiny fists punched at her inner thighs and upward at her vulva. But this also just caused his boss to moan and laugh bitchily.

In response, Ms. Belmont squeezed he pussy muscles, and Chad felt his head gripped in a slick vice.

“You think you can fight me, bitch-boy?” Ms. Belmont exclaimed. “I was right. Just a little bit smaller and your head really does fit. Let’s see how well it fits.”

She squeezed her pussy muscles again and Chad felt his head getting sucked up into his boss’ vagina. His shoulders mashed against her labia. Chad cried out as his mouth and chin sunk into Ms. Belmont’s pussy, which muffled his voice entirely. His entire head was now pushed up inside Ms. Belmont’s wet sex.

“Fuck,” Chad heard her moan. Ms. Belmont’s heartbeat filled the gaps between her words. “If you were just a little smaller. Ungggghhh…..fucking gawd….I’m gowingggg…”

Chad squealed in terror inside Ms. Belmont’s vagina. He began to squirm desperately at her last sentence. He could feel her body growing around him, the Voluptupram adjusting and enlarging her, widening her hips. He could literally feel the ridges of her vaginal muscles widening. The tunnel of her sex was expanding around him. Chad felt sheer terror rip through his body, unlike any emotion he’d felt since he first began working at Nexifem. This was a clawing fear, a fear for his own existence. Ms. Belmont’s twisted his body in her hand, so that he faced her right inner thigh and his shoulders ran lengthwise against her opening, aligned with her swollen slit.

“Someone, help meeeeee!” Chad cried out into the pussy juices and vaginal walls that rippled against his face. As the ripple mashed over his head, he felt his shoulder get sucked up into Ms. Belmont’s canal.

The sound of her laughter was unmistakable, it was breathy and Chad felt utterly defeated. He’d let them shrink him too far. He’d become too vulnerable in more senses that one. Ms. Belmont was winning. She was determined and driven. Chad felt his head sinking slowly up inside of Ms. Belmont as she pushed her hips down. His head and shoulders were buried in his boss’ clenching sex. Juices ran down over Chad’s soft skin, coating him completely as he sunk deeper. A third of Chad’s body was inside of Ms. Belmont’s vagina. He felt her fingers bumping his body as she rubbed her clit with him inside.

Chad cried out in a mixture of pain and erotic surrender as the walls around him clenched and gripped his body, pulsing over and over. Ms. Belmont orgasmed once, then again. Her body shuddered around him, and then several moments passed. Chad began to panic, the limited hot steamy gasps of air he’d been able to take were not enough. He needed to breath, need out. Panic grew in Chad’s mind, and then he felt her hand on his torso, pulling him out slowly. Chad slid out onto the seat of Ms. Belmont’s office chair in a humid puddle, coughing and gasping for air. The yoni shadow of her wet sex loomed over him, pulsing, her labia closing up reluctantly.

Ms. Belmont panted above him. The sound replaced the beat of her heart that had surrounded him inside. Chad rose to his hands and knees for the second time that day. A string of pussy juice connected his wrist and hip in a viscous thread. Ms. Belmont reached down and grabbed Chad by one of his legs. She picked him up, causing him to dangle upside down, and held out her large purse. “I’m taking you home to your girlfriend,” she said, and shoved him into her open purse, still wet and slick.

Ms. Belmont seemed to be uninterested in explaining her reasons to Chad. He was dropped into a large purse filled with lipstick, coins, a wallet, make-up, panty-liners, a hairbrush, and other items. Chad fit just barely, his head sticking out of the opening as Ms. Belmont tossed it on her desk.

Chad lifted his head, but Ms. Belmont pressed it back down into her purse with two fingers and zipped the bag shut with a single motion. He was plunged into darkness, naked, inside his boss’ purse. He listened as she re-adjusted her clothing and prepared to leave the office.

“Please,” Chad’s small voice came from the purse. “Please let me out. I can barely move.” His recent freedom from Ms. Belmont’s vagina made him long for the open air and light. he felt like he was back inside her world, her control.

“Get used to it,” Ms. Belmont said, still panting slightly. “You’re staying in there. If you were any smaller, oh fuck….if you were just a bit smaller.”

Chad heard a wet squishing sound. Was Ms. Belmont touching herself? Chad twisted against the sharp prongs of a hair comb.

Chad shuddered at the idea of being any smaller. He knew that given the chance, Ms. Belmont would have pushed him right up inside of her vagina completely. Her femdom urges had clearly been given free rein at Nexifem. Chad knew he stood on a precipice. He was becoming a trinket or pet to be traded between women. Even his own girlfriend saw herself as a maternal figure, choosing to control his life for her own pleasure and to further her idea of a vulni-chic fantasy.

The bag suddenly jerked and Chad felt it moving through the air, swaying as Ms. Belmont left her office. He could hear her high heels clicking on the floor as she walked. A tube of lipstick bigger than his forearm bumped against his legs. Chad curled up and tried to relax, feeling the juices on his body become sticky as they dried. He tried to control his emotions even as a strange thought came over his mind. He thought about how proud and happy Kelly would be to see him at this new size. She would approve of this.

Chad smiled at the idea of pleasing Kelly. He wanted to please his bosses too. But they just wanted so much from him. While Ms. Belmont’s purse was confining and dark, it was also somewhat safe and a sense of weird comfort came over Chad. He let himself surrender to the feeling and drifted off to sleep, his two-foot tall body sore and weary from being shrunk and used as a sex toy. Ms. Belmont strode confidently through the halls of Nexifem with a satisfied smile on her face. No one knew her secret. She thought of the past, her divorce and the stupid men who had stood in the path of her career and ambitions. Ms. Belmont’s mind turned to the future and her smile shifted into a dark smirk.